DaDANK23
Level 7
IN-GAME NAME (IGN):
DaDankk23 (account for application)
DaDank23
DisgracedDank23
DISCORD NAME & TAG:
da_dank
WHAT IS YOUR TIMEZONE?:
MST
DO YOU HAVE A MICROPHONE?:
Yes, I do have a microphone and I am more than willing to join calls when needed.
DESCRIBE YOUR ACTIVITY ON THE SERVER:
Sun | Mon | Tus | Wen | Thu | Fri | Sat |
2-4 Hours | 2-4 Hours | 2-4 Hours | 2-4 Hours | 1-3 Hours | 1-3 Hours | 1-4 Hours |
WHAT POSITION ARE YOU APPLYING FOR?:
Maiden or Miko
WHAT KNOWLEDGE DO YOU CURRENTLY HAVE OF SHINTOISM AND ARE YOU PREPARED/WILLING TO LEARN MORE ABOUT THE RELIGION?:
I understand what I think would be the basics of Shintoism, I understand what Kami or spirits are, and I understand that Yokai are spirits that were never once living while the Yurie are ones who have once lived. While being in the faction, and with that being said I am more than willing to learn. I love and respect this culture, and the shinto religion so I’ll be attempting to place as much detail as possible into role playing this faction.
WHAT MAKES YOU STAND OUT FOR THIS ROLE OVER OTHER APPLICANTS?
I have genuine interest in Shintoism, as well as my motives to join the faction stem completely from in character reason and events. I'm not joining the faction for the money as it makes to little, and I'm not just joining the faction to know what it's like. I have been in EMS, and school faculty already so I have no reason to join the faction for the sake of being in a faction. I am joining the faction to further this character's story, to progress them into a new arc, and nothing more. This character has been one of my oldest, and my main character on SRP for the past two years, and I wish to have them in a faction before I quit SRP. She has only now been in the position where it makes sense to apply as her.
DO YOU ACKNOWLEDGE YOU WILL HAVE TO ATTEND MANDATORY TRAININGS TO BE TAUGHT MORE ABOUT SHINTOISM AND THE ACCORDING PROCEDURES?:
Yes, I acknowledge this and will do everything in my power to not only attend but learn everything I can about this position.
SECTION 1: Character Details
CHARACTERS FULL NAME:
Jane R.Genesis-Togomi
CHARACTERS TITLE (E.g. Mr. Mrs. Miss):
Miss
CHARACTERS AGE (E.g. 21-80):
21 years old
CHARACTERS MARITAL STATUS:
Unmarried
CHARACTERS NATIONALITY:
Japanese-American
CHARACTERS PHONE-NUMBER:
(030)-693-7544
WHAT IS YOUR MOTIVATION FOR APPLYING TO WORK AT THE MONASTERY?:
I’ve spent my life living as an unrefined, untamed, and undisciplined child. I’ve been motivated by rage, and my own anger, but little have I understood the lethality of the refined and loyal. I grew from the streets as a brute, as a boxer, as a delinquent. But, I know now that the rebel path can only take you so far. Due to recent events within my life I found that it’s my time to start chippin’ in, and become the leader, become the older sister that people see me as. I wish to know strength not only in body, but in mind and soul as well.
To sum up my need to join the monastery, I wish to overcome my fear of being forgotten. All I’ve wanted in this city is to be known, to have someone down line long after me to know I was here, to never fade away. That’s why I made a biker gang in my teens, why I fought for what I believed in, why I did anything up to this point.
TELL ME WHAT HISTORY AND INFORMATION YOU KNOW ABOUT THE SHINSEI SEINARU MONASTERY:
I know very little history, as I've only read basic things here and there, but I know that it was founded by the Saiky family. I know that there have been three shrines as well, and that the shrine is mainly for one major kami however I have yet to learn it's name.
WRITE A LETTER TO THE MONASTERY LEAD :
Hedoo sama, I first wish to preface this letter by stating my intentions. I would like to join the Shinsei Seinaru Monastery of Karakura. I have lived here in this city for many years now, and over that time I have found myself falling into the belief of Shintoism. I have begun to find myself praying at the shrine in difficult times looking for guidance, and often do I think of the Kami that live within this city. So I encourage you, please keep this all in mind as I explain to you who I am and why I wish to be a part of the monastery.
In the past I lived as a delinquent, a thug, often compared to a rat or roach. I spent my first year in Karakura living out of the power plant, being searched for simply being and fined for having a mouth on me. Even before I came to this city I was no different, if not worse, and fought whoever I thought justified it. My first year in Karakura was a lonely one, as I drove everyone away in fear that’d end up losing them. A hard outer shell for a soft inside, a shell that was later broken by my current boyfriend. From that point forward I was still no different, only now I was letting people into my life. I began to run around the streets not just on my own, but with others, and soon the idea of what I’d later do in life began to grow.
After nearly two years of being in Karakura I had finally found what I was looking for. It came with the loud cracking of my door being broken in, and the intrusion of two people wearing masks. I watched as one of them knocked my boyfriend out, and it was with me removing the mask of the one fighting me that I saw the other person wielding a crowbar approach. It was with one loud packing sound that my vision went black and I found myself on the ground staring up to my boyfriend balling his eyes out. My vision was blurred, and my body didn’t have the strength to move. I sat in my own pool of blood, and if it weren’t for my boyfriend I would haven’t been able to reach the hospital.
My leg had been cut off with a machete, and I wasn’t so fortunate to have them leave it behind for me. I remember sitting in that hospital bed for three days straight, I remember talking to my roommates at the time feeling so dejected. It wasn’t just a defeating feeling, but more akin to grief. I mourned the courage I had, I mourned the strength I had felt up to that point. I learned that in order for me to keep the people I loved safe I would have to grow stronger, I learned that justice and morals had left this city long before I had arrived. It was then I felt it, then in the week I spent walking with a crutch, the burning desire I had lost. Before now I was happy, as if I had been complete, as if I had found a home.
It was this long ago that made me decide how I want to live my life, to live and make a mark upon this city. I don’t wish to die with no one knowing I was here, and to do so I know I must grow beyond this punk, this street rat that I am. I know I am capable of more, more than knowing how to box. I want more in life, more than the taste of blood in my mouth, and the stinging of a fat lip. I want to learn more of what it means to be in the present rather than the past, and I hope that by joining the monastery that I will have the ability to do so. I hope my words have resonated within you, and that you will consider me to be a maiden here at Shinsei Seinaru Monastery.
-Jane .R. Genesis-Togomi
BACKSTORY (100+ Words):
“Please do me a favor and state your full name for the camera.” The officer said. He wore a dark blue dress shirt, like many cops, and had a pitch-black vest that held a vibrant yellow rectangular name tag that read R. Cornell. He was leaning back in the steel chair that sat across from me. The creases along his cheeks and brow, the way his gravelly voice cut through the tense air like a hot knife through foam, shoved an air of anxiety down my throat that exploded like a pipe bomb. Sat beside him was a small camera, a red light shined into my eyes from the top of its rectangular frame letting me know that everything I said from this point forward was being recorded. His cold brown eyes, like the buttons along his shirt, gave me a sense of comfort though I couldn’t see it... I was busy looking down at the dimly lit concrete floor... I couldn’t bear looking him in the eyes, those eyes I knew held devastating disappointment, and sympathy. The eyes that I knew were the same as they always were, the eyes that wished that things had been different...
We sat in silence. The space between us felt heavier by the second, yet I felt weightless. To me I was alone, my mind still paced around in circles from the moment that day started to the hours before I was put into the back of the cruiser... Floating from thought to thought, event to event, and from decision to decision. All the while I could not breathe, the dim lighting of the concrete room felt like a rope wrapped around my neck that was slowly being pulled tighter, and tighter. Before long I felt the room slowly becoming smaller, as I slowly came to the realization of what exactly was happening...
“How long am I lookin’ at Cornell?...” I said. My head limp and off to the right, my silky black side-shaved hair flowing down creating a veil of silk before my eyes. I then heard the ruffling of the officer’s vest and shirt sliding against the steel chair as he sat up and placed both his arms horizontally on the table slightly angled towards me.
“Based on how you're only seventeen, you're looking at fifteen to twenty years...” He said. I sat in my chair, with no response, only dead silence along with the sound of the quiet buzzing of the lamp on the table providing the only light to the room. When you're surrounded by concrete and silence, two minutes can feel like centuries. With a heavy head, and even heavier heart, I turned my head towards Cornell. My chair sat slightly at an angle with my right wrist cuffed so tight to the table I started to lose feeling in it. My ass felt like I had sat on a pile of nails, and my eyes felt dried up like a worm in the summer sun.
“Listen you got every reason to be pissed at me, hell I know I shoulda done somethin’, but this once please let me help you?” he said. I then flicked my head up violently, my silky wet hair floating in the air till my sharpened gaze landed on the officer. My lips tensed up into a thin short line, my teeth grinded against each other like the snarling of a rabid dog, and the beating of my heart began to beat the drum to raise my senses to prepare for battle.
“Help me!? Why the fuck would you help me now, shit finally hit the god damn fan and now you decide it’s time to fuckin’ help!? What ‘bout every god damn time I told you I didn’t want to go home, every fuckin’ time when I begged and pleaded with you to look the other way, or to take me anywhere else but home. And you now want to fuckin’ help?! Fuck you! Fuck you, Cornell!” I said. I hardly noticed the tears that flowed down my cheeks at this point, who the fuck cared, they were soaked anyway. My voice cracked upon the last insult I screeched out of my throat, but after how much I had already strained my voice at this point, it only made sense for my mouth to be so dry. After my outburst I broke down, my head dropped down into my chest, and my arms sat hanging down like the ropes of a broken bridge.
“I’m sorry, I know I didn’t handle you the best I could- Should have... I didn’t know any better, and for that, I bear responsibility... I just wish I could have done better for you...” He said. His voice was low, and disappointment soaked his words like a rag covered in alcohol. He waved the rag, his words, in my face as though he wished for me to hold the lighter closer and to set it all a blaze. He stared me down with glossy eyes, and vacant expression.
“If you want to hate me, hate me... That’s just fine, but know I did everything I thought was right, know I tried. Just let me redeem myself...” He said. I then lifted my head only by an inch, looking beneath my brow, I looked him in the eye with a gaze of curiosity before curling my upper lip up on one end like a growling dog. The officer then leaned back into his chair with a smooth glide, as he folded his arms across his chest.
“I have a deal for you, a deal that will save you from this whole thing... Or at the very least drop your sentence.” He said. I then lifted my limp arms up, with even the slightest movement of my muscles a surge of agonizing pain crawled from my wrist to my shoulder. I then dropped my hands into my out spread lap, it was then I finally realized what it was I had done, the mixture of dried and fresh blood painted my hands red. Beneath her blood sat clearly the black, blue bruises across my knuckles... I was familiar with the taste of copper between my teeth, and the stinging of a cut lip. But never had I seen this much blood on my hands... It was then the officer gently looked me in the eye, and with a nod and the slightest tap on the table he gently slid me a yellow folder that sat beside him, reading ‘Genesis’ in black sharpie along the label. The folder was so stuffed with papers it almost had to be tied shut, and with a slight wince I lifted my left hand up onto the table before placing it onto the front of the folder and gently pulling it closer towards me. I then placed my bloodied thumb on the edge of the folder before opening it wide to reveal two pictures, about the size of a small book cover, presenting the wounds of the woman I nearly killed. Her dark black hair tied back to ensure a clear photo; her eyes were forced shut due to the swelling, and her jaw was completely unhinged, forced in place with a brace and wrapping. Damn near every inch of her face you could imagine was bruised, her nose was bent completely to one side and bleeding profusely even after medical attention. Her cheeks, jaw, and forehead were covered in the marks of the build of rage that coated my life up to this point.
I gazed upon the pictures of her. If I hadn’t done it myself, I wouldn’t be able to recognize her. It was hard to believe that she was still alive... With tremors rattling my hands like a bag full of bees, I picked up the picture of the woman and set it outside of the folder. Though I have known this woman since birth, though she was the bitch that raised me, I did not shed a tear nor gave sympathy for what I had done...
“Alright Cornell, redeem yourself... What’s this deal you got for me?” I said. I spoke through my teeth, almost as though I was grateful to still have the ones I did and clenched my fist. With the movement of my fingers, a shock of agony sent its way through my forearm and palm, it felt like someone had just taken a knife and cut all the way down my arm and stabbed its blade directly into the middle of my palm. The officer then took a deep inhale before sitting up and placing a single elbow onto the table. He then exhaled in a large sigh before continuing.
“I don’t know what exactly the results will be besides that you won’t be in a cell, and away from her. But for this deal to work we need you to tell the full story, every detail from the start to the end.” He said.
“So, if I take your deal, you promise I won’t be doin’ any time?” I said. The officer then nodded his head in agreement, as I then slowly closed the yellow folder in front of me before placing my folded hands-on top of it and looked the officer dead in the eye with a cold deadpan stare.
“My name is Jane Genesis, I am seventeen years old, and this is my confession of the assault of Ayane Genesis... My mother.” I said.
What duties do Shinto Priests and Maidens have?:
Maintaining the shrine, teaching people about Shintoism and Kami, and preserving Japanese culture. They had many other deities, however I'm still learning about what priests actually do in Shinto shrines.
What are the steps needed to be taken at the purification trough before entering the Shrine?:
Before entering a shrine there is a purification trough or fountain for you to cleanse yourself, you are to cleanse your hands as well as your mouth and face. You are not to put your mouth to the ladle rather pour the water into your hands and drink from them before spitting the water onto the ground. When entering you are to bow at the torii gate, as it represents the entrance to the Kami’s place of residence or home, bowing shows respect to the Kami that lives there.
How are offerings to a Kami performed?:
Often people ring a bell and toss a five yen coin into the offering box, the order you do this in doesn’t matter. While you can offer more than a five yen coin, it’s often better to provide an offering in a different manner such as a purchase or giving it directly to the priest. Offerings are a way of further cleansing yourself before paying respect to the kami. After you have rung the bell and given your offering, you are to bow twice and clap twice, after you clap you bow once more, when leaving you are to not turn your back to the Kami.
How do you perform a tea ceremony ritual?:
Upon the tea master entering you are to bow to them as they will bow to you. Then they provide wagashi (a japanese sweet), before they clean and prepare the utensils. The chawan is preheated with hot water, and the water is then discarded. They then wipe the chawan clean with the chakin. The tea master then takes two large scoops of matcha powder, placing them into the chawan and adding hot water. The tea is whisked for around 30 seconds, before being poured into a bowl and presented to the guest with the front of the bowl facing the guest.
Explain what a Tamagushi, Ofuda and Kagura Suzu is and what they're used for:
Tamagushi: is a form of shinto offering made from a sakai tree branch, and often decorated with shide (strips of washi paper), silk, or cotton. Often used at weddings, funerals, miyamairi and other ceremonies.
Ofuda: They are either slips of paper, cloth, wood, or metal that act as something similar to a talisman or good luck charm in some situations.
Kagura suzu: Kagura suzu are a set of twelve to roughly fifteen bells on a short hand held staff, they are used in the kagura dance as well as in prayer. The bells are in three tiers and suspended by coiled brass wires from a central handle.
(OPTIONAL) Based on your character; which other Kami would they worship?:
While Jane is under the belief that you don’t worship kami, rather respect, she’d answer this question with the tengu. As she aspires to wield their strength, may it be in will power or technique.
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